I returned from Vermont last night at 10:30. There are lots of great stories i can tell. One involves driving up a mountain covered by at least four inches of snow in a honda civic, at 1:30 am. Another is about skiing on perhaps eight inches of fresh powder on trails where i was the only soul to be found. I dont have pictures of these circumstances; only memories. But i did take a few shots around the chalet in which we were staying. Here is one that i find poignant:  

Looking at this snowy path reminded me of one of Frost's poems (pun intended),
The Road Not Taken: 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

This missions trip is certainly a road less traveled by. I will be nine months in a foreign country with the purpose of advancing the Gospel. I pray to almighty God that it will make all the difference. sDg.